Counting heads as I enter the roomStraight check the ration, but it's cool, it's coolI'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling stateUntil the consequence fades awayA shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn BrooksShe kicks the poetry, I add the hooksWe're here together to send a messageThat not too much has changed, bring it inWord, I grip the microphone, pass from the leftI want the bass up so I can feel it in my chestDig this accusation, not a brand new thoughtJust to finer point in life that can't be taughtI got to focus on my attention on the real thingNever realizing till it passes what it is, what it could beJanis says get it while you can and this is trueCause it may not be tomorrow but we die soonWe die soonI'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straightSo I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulateRhymes, ideas, like a lit JPassed around, found people got vices these daysYou can shoot H in the veins or popping pillsBut on the microphone I'm executing mad skillsI can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truthBecause it may not be tomorrow but we die soonCruising listening to smooth jazzRealizing lost my passion pazzazz for lifeI'm under pressure and I'm not sureBut it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisureLive it up, give it up, life's unpredictableGotta make sure not a second is dullThe throw down, the show down at high noonIt may not be this minute we die soon, lid